Today I officially join the ranks of the bloggers. I’m not 100% sure why, and I have no freakin’ idea where this will take me. I just feel like maybe I need a place to be able to say stuff. You know, just stuff. The stuff I usually just talk to myself about (outloud, I might add) while driving in the car. You pick your nose when you drive, I talk to myself.
I tell myself, when talking to myself, that the reason I talk to myself is because I need someone intelligent to talk to. I’m not fooling myself though. I don’t believe me for a minute.
So what kinda things do I talk about? Well – you. Probably, yeah. If I know you, I probably talk about you. Don’t be offended, it’s not always bad. But don’t get excited, cause it ain’t always good either. But you’re safe here. I probably won’t talk about you HERE. Well. Not by name anyway.
I also tend to talk about my family. Music. Sex. The asshole that cut me off on the highway. Sex. The hot chic that really wasn’t looking at me, but I try to convince myself she was. Sex. Photography. Sex. Travel. Food. Wine. Sex. And that’s all in about 3 minutes.
So – we’ll see where it goes – or even IF it goes. This entry could be very lonely here in this little blog.